You open door slightly and scan the area around your target. You're clear to go. You run for it. You're almost there.
& then you bump into your neighbour whilst you're in your pyjamas with bad bed hair (no not the sexy kind), running outside for the mail.
Talk about akward silence.
So jealous much, Cynthia?
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awkward* ? ;)
ReplyDeleteYour hair is always the sexy kind.